Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 218

But Evan was past listening to reason. He was blinded by hatred, his eyes bloodshot.

“It was him. He’s the one who tricked Emma.”

Otherwise, why would she suddenly leave him? Why would she be getting rid of their child now?

Evan stared venomously at the man. Blood was trickling from the corner of his own mouth, but he didn’t even notice.

Nathan heard Evan’s accusation and just gave a cold, faint smile. He found the man before him both pathetic and hateful. Emma was so sick, yet her husband was so oblivious he hadn’t noticed a thing.

How much do you have to neglect your wife of many years to not see her wasting away day by day?

But since Emma didn’t intend to tell him, Nathan certainly wasn’t going to be the one to reveal the whole truth. He simply took a step back and smiled in silence.

He didn't realize that, in Evan's eyes, his smile was another form of provocation.

“You son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you!”

Consumed by rage, Evan broke free from Daniel’s grip and charged at Nathan again.

The two men began grappling, a tangle of flailing limbs. Daniel stood to the side, at a loss for what to do. This was a matter between two men; if he jumped in to help his friend, it would be unfair to the other guy.

Inside the sterile operating room, Emma lay on the surgical table, a harsh, white light shining down from above.

When Emma finally woke up, it was already three or four in the afternoon. As the anesthesia wore off, the pain from the wound below became sharp and distinct.

Seeing Kelly enter with a food container, she asked in a hoarse voice, “How did the surgery go?”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Hayes. Everything went well,” Kelly said honestly. She then opened the container and took out a bowl of warm, sweet egg-drop soup. “You just had surgery, so you need to rest for two weeks. This soup will help you recover. Try some. I’ll make you a light meal for dinner.”

Emma didn’t say anything, just stared up at the pristine white ceiling. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye. Though she had prepared herself for this, the reality of the child being gone from her belly still sent a tearing pain through her heart.

Sometimes, she truly felt she deserved this, that it was her karmic punishment.

She couldn’t keep her first child, and she couldn’t keep her second. Perhaps she was just never meant to be a mother.